"Oh." She knows that expression. Had seen it on his face when she'd turned away from his kisses. Rejection. She may not care for him in any sort of romantic way, but she's not entirely cruel. She tries to fix her mistake with a quietly offered, "I'm glad you enjoy it, then. It is a useful skill to have. It's just not for me, that's all."

She moves a step or two further into the room, hands behind her back. "Well the bath is mine whenever I like, which is wonderful. Georg takes me out for a walk around the garden most nights. I've never seen so many flowers. Our garden at the inn is all vegetables and things."